hey
it's not alright
but it'll be fine
just give it some time
god knows you've tried

but you
still got all this debt
the borrowed lines
and bummed cigarettes

if you paid your price in full
what would be left

the hum
of telephone wires
been drowning us out
half of out lives

the truth
its kiss is a knife
get out of my room
get out of my mind

i went and paid my price in full
you say it wasn't in time

every day
i wake up and beg and pray
for a better offer

when it fades
i wait and lay and lay in wait
for the rising water

and in my dreams
you've been screaming at me for too long

so it seems
that this future's as good as gone

in my pockets
this withered window to the world
casts my reflection

it only echos
all the things you've always heard
of the last election

it's rare for me to wake up without some feeling of sickness. the lingering substance i'd use to borrow pleasure from the morning to get me through the night. but somehow i woke up in a world where i am passively hiding from an invisible disease. the news comes from the same screens i use to earn my salary.

i know i have been withdrawing from the world. but now i watch the world withdraw from me. we can no longer stand in a room together out of fear of the toxic air we can breath. and now the music i would hear from my friends comes through that same screen.

somewhere in the chunks of this bile  are pieces of myself. the telephone wires hum faintly as the cars pass by.

the only way to truly end a story is to **** all the characters.